The rain drops a human

The rain drops a human @ Shreefal Mehta. 11 Jul 2020

To hear it read out loud: https://youtu.be/w2q9KIO5ckU

The dry baked earth gulps in vain

No soothing touch for this deep pain

The raised voice, dismissive look and wave of hand

Still the needy tap on the glass pane of wonderland.

The soft sinking couch of secure comfort

Embracing, it fills the bubble with my high worth.

Discomforting is the wanting gaze. How can a touch so fragile

Crack the egg? Do we fear it will let in the whole camel ?

Dehumanized, “poverty its ways should mend!”

But of comfort and novelty there could be no end...

In this icy calm cocoon, lies a pulsing red ember

Quietly raises the question that can tear asunder.

Neglected and ignored, parched for a touch or a sign

A marker, a hope, an answer, for this question mine:

Where is the humanity in this self-enclosing bubble?

Where is the uplifting of spirit from amidst the rubble?

Arms outstretched with questioning eyes call out to the skies

Under rolling grey mountains arriving with thundering cries

The first drop the skin twitches, then peeks opens a little pore

Drop by drop of selfless giving, a kind smile and then some more.

Each selfless drop the rain gives to the parched earth, fills heart lakes.

The rain drops form oceans of humanity, as life gives not takes.

A cry for help escapes and unlocks slowly our protected hearts

Let the other in to give, and receive the connection that starts.

The receiving the joy, the cool rain on hot skin

Raises the spirit, with each drop a human born ag’in.

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